Wool
by Hugh Howey
The children were playing while Holston climbed to his death, he could hear them squealing as only happy children do. While they thundered about frantically above, Holston took his time, each step methodical and ponderous, as he wound his way around and around the spiral staircase, old boots ringing out on metal treads.🏁
Submitted by quackaliciously - 07/16/2026
Book Sci-Fi 5.02 Ranked
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Wool
by Hugh Howey
The children were playing while Holston climbed to his death, he could hear them squealing as only happy children do. While they thundered about frantically above, Holston took his time, each step methodical and ponderous, as he wound his way around and around the spiral staircase, old boots ringing out on metal treads.🏁
Submitted by quackaliciously - 07/16/2026
Book Sci-Fi 5.02 Ranked